The Doctor does Ponyville

The Doctor does Ponyville

by neorenamon

Zecora struggled in vain to free stuck feet even as Stickymena lorded her new abilities and her enlarged breasts over the pinned down Dash.

"yoU wErE aLWaYs tHe smArtFLaNK, wErEn'T YoU?!" she sneered at her prisoner as her hands idly mauled Dash's firm round breasts.  She leaned down as she said, "AnypOnY EvEr TeLL yOU tHAt yOu JuST AreN'T tHaT fuNNy?!"

"Mmmppphhh!!" protested Dash as her boobs were groped forcefully.

"Please be careful with what you do," said Zecora, "This surely is not the real you."

"oH tHIs *IS* tHe *ReaL*** mE aRRoGaNT zEbrA," she replied as she looked back at her over her shoulder, "I'll gEt BaCK tO Ya iN jUSt A mOmEnT, sO jUSt sHuT-Up ***anD wAIt YouR* TUrn.**"

She fumbled about in her bag hoping that she could pinch something between two of her wiggling fingertips, but since most of her fingers were covered, she couldn't really get a grip on anything.  Then the better part of the bag was covered in the sticky pink goo, leaving her hand stuck at her side as well as her other hand.

"I mUsT aDMiT ThaT yOu hAVe hOt fLAnkS wHeN *You** StANd lIKe tHAt*."

"You shouldn't worry about my flank," she replied, "Your attitude is kind of rank."

But Stickymena lost interest in what Zecora was saying.  She found herself focused on the squirming body underneath her.  Leaning down, she grabbed Dash's head as she squeezed goo from her mouth like a tube of tooth paste and laid a line across her neck.  it went from the floor on one side to the other, leaving her very limited in how she could move her head.  When she took her hands off her boobs, Dash could feel how much her nipples ached and throbbed from being so roughly played with.  Then Stickymena used her hands to force her to keep her eyes wide open as she leaned even closer, staring into her eyes.

"**yoU* NeeD* an aTTiTude *AdjUST*meNT."

"Mmm?!" asked Dash.

"lOOk *INto*** mY eYeS, MY LIttLE bum*GORE*."  Her eyes began to swirl and glow, and in seconds, Dash's eyes were likewise swirling and glowing as well.

Zecora gulped as she watched the proceedings, and then looked towards the slumbering Romana-hippogriff.  She twitched and made soft noises, indicating she was having a deep dream of some sort.  When she looked back, she noticed that Stickymena had turned herself about and was now sitting on Dash's boobs.  She leaned forward and began to squeeze something from her mouth that was suspiciously shaped like a horse dildo.  It grew inch by inch until it reached at least a foot and a half in length.  Her throat and mouth flexed and pulsed as she pushed it out from most likely her stomach.  She waited until is solidified before she took it from her mouth.

"I just do not believe my eyes," she said, "Dash cannot take something that size!"

But she simply smiled wickedly as she lined it up with Dash's love hole and started pushing it up into her dry.  Zecora winced, as she well knew that couldn't be comfortable for Dash, as she was making pained groans and squirmed her head as much as she could.  She pressed it into her inch by inch until it reached about the one foot "mark".  Then she pulled it back out about half way before she shoved it back into her.  Zecora turned her head away, unable to watch the spectacle any more.

"I find that I can no longer stare," she sighed, "Your treatment of her is surely not fair."

"I *deCIde* WHat'S fAIr!"

Dash's moans and pants came harder and faster as no doubt Stickymena was working over her maregina with her horse-like dildo.  She could almost hear the sucking sounds as it was pulled back.  Minutes passed as the sounds grew louder and faster.

"CuM *fOr* mE!"

Zecora looked back to see that Dash was arching her back as much as her trapped hands and hooves would let her.  Stickymena was now plunging the dildo into her all way way before pulling back to the last few inches.  Her juices squirted out from her mareslit with each inward thrust.  Then she looked away once more.  Time passed as Dash was reamed without mercy, and lasted long enough that Zecora knew Dash had orgasmed at least once.  Maybe two or three times.  Then there was an eerie silence that fell all around her.  All she could hear was the gentle breathing of the Romana-hippogriff.

Suddenly she was grabbed from behind, one hand mashing her breast even as the dripping wet dildo covered with Dash's juices was rubbed against her nose.  The sticky fluids were all but forced into her nostrils.  It moved lower as it crossed her lips.  She could feel Stickymena's body against her back, her mammoth boobs mashed against her shoulder blades.

"NoW *iT's* *YOur tuRN,*" she growled.

...

The Doctor switched on all the lights once he got into the lab.  Every sense was searching for signs of the Master waiting in ambush for him.  He looked behind every desk, machine and storage locker, but he could find no trace of his old enemy.  He was also searching through Twilight's "primitive" equipment for anything that might be used to help deliver a cure for the Master's weaponized Poison Joke Ray.

But he found his thoughts distracted as he saw the nude forms of all of the mares he mated with since he arrived in Equestria.  He thought about how badly he wanted to mate with Zecora, and even how hot and sexy he thought Romana's new hippogriff body was.  It felt like his erection simply wouldn't relax.

"I'm the Doctor," he muttered aloud, "Where's my will?  I'm supposed to be better than this!"

He had to stop searching to shake his head, and then lean against a wall when he realized he was making himself dizzy in the process.  Slowly, his thoughts returned to solving the problem at hand.  He thought about what he could cobble together to aid him.  Then he stumbled across a small bag labelled "Poison Joke Medicine:  Soak in Hot Tub for at least 6 hours."  He marvelled at the efficiency of Twilight's labelling.  But he also learned a few things, such as the treatment was applied externally, and therefore the problem itself was most like an external effect.  Therefore, the Master's Poison Joke Ray was also an external effect, and therefore could be shielded against by defense outside the body, such as body armor of some kind.  He just had to know what materials could be used to insulate against the ray.

"Hmm," he said, "Perhaps something that blocks radiation might also block the ray."

He began looking around for something anti-radiation in her lab, such as lead or boron carbide.  It took a while, but he managed to find a lead lined apron that covered most of his front and side, but not the back.  Apparently it was the best thing he could find.  He also found something else that might help:  A mirror made with a highly polished silver alloy reflecting surface.  Taking them both, he decided to head back upstairs to see how the others were doing.